Scripture Verse

The dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books. Revelation 20:12


John Mason Neale


Words: Ber­nard of Mor­laix, 12th Cen­tu­ry (Ho­ra no­vis­si­ma, tem­po­ra pes­si­ma sunt, vi­gi­le­mus). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by John M. Neale in The Rhy­thm of Ber­nard de Morlaix, Monk of Clu­ny, 1858.

Music: Pear­sall Ro­bert L. Pear­sall (1795–1856) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know when the mu­sic was writ­ten, or where to get a good pic­ture of Pear­sall (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


The world is very evil,
The times are waxing late,
Be sober and keep vigil,
The Judge is at the gate.
The Judge who comes in mercy,
The Judge who comes in might,
Who comes to end the evil,
Who comes to crown the right.

Arise, arise, good Christian,
Let right to wrong succeed;
Let penitential sorrow
To heavenly gladness lead,
To light that has no evening,
That knows nor moon nor sun,
The light so new and golden,
The light that is but one.

O home of fadeless splendor,
Of flowers that bear no thorn,
Where they shall dwell as children
Who here as exiles mourn;
’Midst power that knows no limits,
Where wisdom has no bound,
The beatific vision
Shall glad the saints around.

The peace that is for Heaven,
And shall be too for earth,
The palace that re-echoes
With festal song and mirth;
The garden breathing spices,
The paradise on high;
Grace beautified to glory,
Unceasing minstrelsy.

O happy, holy portion,
Reflection for the blest,
True vision of true beauty,
True cure of the distressed!
Strive, man, to win that glory;
Toil, man, to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight.

O sweet and blessèd country,
The home of God’s elect!
O sweet and blessèd country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art with God the Father
And Spirit, ever blest.